Another Sky

Luscious trees once scarred the sky.

The birds, not too long ago, used to pry.

Not anymore, the authenticity, a prototypical eyesore.

Blueprints are finalised and it's ersatz galore.

The land is fed up.

It decides to make a stand.

It overthrows the usual foe.

And now, down below, flowerbeds once again engulfed in green shrubbery.

The manmade havoc makes a swift recovery.

Free from harmful detritus, it is now so clean.

The land, with no peril, is finally pristine.